"In the twenty-four months that had passed since The Terror, the world had become a slightly more civilised place--so civilised that when two female feline crime writers turn up to do a signing at a local bookstore, only one of them is murdered, implicating Benji Spriteman. In an attempt to solve the crime and clear his name, Benji ends up in Rockway, the sleepy seaside town where the remaining sister is staying. Only Rockway turns out to be not too sleepy, and the detective finds his life in danger not only from the animals on land, but from those above and below it too..."--Provided by publisher.… (more)
For Mum, Dad and Sharon, for love, support and Sunday night Poirot.
Harvey "The Teeth" O'Keefe had a face like a wallpapered armpit and made about as much sense.
As I waited in the lobby, I listened to the comments of various animals as they came in from their early morning walks. Almost all of them were complaining about the heat.
‘World’s gone mad,’ an old Tabby in a pair of shorts muttered to himself on the way to the elevators, ‘preferred it in the Old days. Didn’t have to buy fans then. Just sat on the rug and licked my ass. Good times.’